Tall, lanky, and dark blue, the middle-aged man known as Lark glows with health and purpose. Standing at just below seven feet and weighing what looks to most to be somewhere between two hundred and two twenty five, his muscles are lithe toned without being over-imposing. His dark green hair is threads with strands of lighter green and worn long, neatly pulled back at the sides into a topknot wrapped in leather as it leaves the waves of the rest free to tumble down behind him to just past his shoulder blades. His deep emerald eyes are often filled with cold intents. Stubble shades his face, light brown shadow moving from beneath his high cheekbones to accentuate his strong jawline, wrapping around lips that are rarely found curled into a smile.
He wears the Larthin clergy robes of silver and black over a silver button down shirt and black slacks. On his feet are brown leather shoes. He wears accessories that compliment his outfit.